Ravensblood Forest Drink my blood, Police Girl

He felt wary eyes scan him for warning signs, a dash of pink lapping at a contrasting dark muzzle in thought. "I'm waiting," Was all that resulted. Vague, indeed―but reasonable for a paranoid mind. The beast was not unaware of his unnerving aura and could not blame wariness in his presence, especially in the absence of the sun. However, the stranger offered more cryptic words that said, "Perhaps, for company. Perhaps for someone like you."

Corvus tilted his head with great interest at that. And what is someone like me? He asked next, curiosity thoroughly stimulated now. The smallest of grins began to creep forth on his maw. If he were a more sinister creature, a menacing step forwards would be right on cue―but he was no such creature... at least, not now. His feet remained rooted in place, posture no less relaxed than before.